Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,686 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

681. Listen To The Rain 5/29/2008
682. Gold And Silver 6/14/2008
683. Royal And Moral 6/14/2008
684. Upon A Hill Is A Sword 6/14/2008
685. Pity 6/14/2008
686. Youth Has A Charm 6/14/2008
687. Fortress In The Eyes 6/14/2008
688. My Fortune 5/4/2008
689. Boxes 5/4/2008
690. Political Hanging 5/4/2008
691. Democracy 5/4/2008
692. Food Is Lovely 5/4/2008
693. Love Is A Prison 5/5/2008
694. Gifts From Men 5/5/2008
695. Gray Knight 5/5/2008
696. Gods And Kings 5/6/2008
697. Our Differences With Poetry 5/6/2008
698. Sacrifice 5/6/2008
699. Harvest 5/7/2008
700. Wonderful Dreams 5/7/2008
701. A Destroyer? 5/7/2008
702. The Gods Above 5/7/2008
703. Takeover 5/7/2008
704. The Food 5/7/2008
705. My Test 5/7/2008
706. Many Gods 5/7/2008
707. Regret The Prison 5/7/2008
708. Those Terms 5/7/2008
709. Underworld 5/7/2008
710. Spy-Catcher 5/7/2008
711. Restaurant Eating 5/7/2008
712. Time Itself 5/7/2008
713. Man With A Lapel 5/8/2008
714. Odd Thought 5/8/2008
715. Accidental 5/8/2008
716. Statisticians 5/9/2008
717. Our House Is Safe 5/9/2008
718. The Cosmos 5/10/2008
719. Secret Mission 5/10/2008
720. I Am Rich 5/10/2008

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

The Red Flame Disappears

When the red flame disappears as a sight,
And we discover a new country that glistens,
Straight and wise become, like the illness of the day,
To crumble and die in our arms of love.

When your face hears a message from the deeps,
Layers of silk are wound along the corner of rocks,
An air is swifter and a wind breaks out to encase,
So we tremble in our delight once the ocean sinks.

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